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Authors: Mallory Monroe
primed it already was. But Reno wasn’t
surprised. He had to have her in the worse
way. He pul ed off her panties with one swift
swoop and was entering her with a need that
bordered on desperation. He remembered her
from before, and the intensity he knew being in
her would bring, and his control broke. He
pounded her, unzipping her dress and lifting it
off of her, unlatching her frontal bra and sucking
her breasts, as he pounded. He slung his pants
and boxers, his suit coat, shirt, tie, al of it, off
too, tossing it al aside, as he made love to her.
It was the gift that kept on giving to
Reno, because he knew they both had that
staying power, that they both could feel intensity
after intensity without premature ejaculation.
Longevity, he thought as he pounded her, that
was what she gave to him: longevity. And he
wanted it something bad.
Trina loved it, too. She loved the way he
got down to business, at how he could foreplay
her while he was stil deep inside of her, how he
could make her feel so cherished while he was
deep inside of her. And talk about longevity.
She was amazed at his staying power. That
was what she perhaps loved most of al about
being with Reno. She knew she was in for a
ride, not some quick trip.
But she knew it was a risky ride, too. In
every way. No condom, again. She never
al owed that. Never! But with Reno she didn’t
even bring it up. Her judgment was
questionable sometimes. And this, she knew,
was one of those times.
And although she wasn’t having sex with
a virtual stranger this time, she’d hardly cal
Reno a stranger now, she was effectively having
sex with her boss. This man was so powerful,
so expert in his lovemaking, that he was
bringing out behaviors in her that she knew
were reckless and il -advised on every level.
But the way he pounded her, the way he
felt inside of her, made her feel like an addict.
She lifted up on elbows, as he pounded her, as
he sucked on her. This couldn’t end wel , she
sensed, because they weren’t starting it right,
but she also felt that she was powerless to do a
damn thing about it. Because she wanted it so
bad. And he wanted her so bad. And as they
came, as she grabbed onto him and he
grabbed onto her and the ful ness of their
release spil ed out into a crescendo of pent up
passion, pouring in and then out of her, down
her thighs and onto the bed, she just knew they
were both addicted.
There was no going back from this kind
of high.
She noticed him Monday night while she
was working, but she didn’t think too much of it.
Yes, he’d been one of the ones in Reno’s office,
but that could have just been a coincidence.
Boyzie’s wasn’t your everyday strip joint, but
was considered a little more upscale, if there
was such a thing, and a better class of people
often frequented the place. But by Tuesday
night, when she saw him again seated in her
station, she knew something was up.
It was slow, as most Tuesday nights
were, and as soon as her break time came, she
walked over to the table where he was seated,
and sat down herself.
He smiled. “What do I owe this
pleasure?”
“I remember you from Reno’s office,”
Trina said, not beating around the bush.
The guy’s smile didn’t leave, but it
changed. And the more Trina looked at him, the
more she realized just how much he looked like
a younger, chubbier version of Reno. “You’re
his baby brother, aren’t you?” she asked.
“You’re Joey.”
“This wasn’t my idea,” Joey said,
holding up his hands. “This is al Reno’s doing.”
Trina frowned. “What’s al his doing?”
“My keeping an eye on you at work,
make sure no jokers get any ideas. Fol owing
you home to make sure you get safely inside
your apartment. This got Reno written al over
it.”
Trina wanted to smile at his use of
language, but she was too disturbed to smile.
“And why does he feel he needs to tail me like
this?”
“He likes you,” Joey said. “Wanna make
sure you okay. This is what he does for females
he likes.”
This revelation hurt Trina deeply. “And
of course he likes the ladies,” she said, to see
how Joey responded.
Joey smiled. “What you think? We
talking Reno here.”
“I see,” Trina said. “So I’m not the only
“I see,” Trina said. “So I’m not the only
female you have to keep an eye on for him?”
Joey didn’t say anything, but his silence
said it al to Trina.
“Okay, wel , whatever,” she said as she
stood. “Have a good evening. No need to be
fol owing me, you are released of your duty. I’m
no longer one of the females in his stable, so
there’s no longer any need. And you can tel
him that personal y for me.”
She walked away with her dignity intact,
went into the staff bathroom, checked to see
that no-one else was in the stal s, and cried her
eyes out.
+++
Reno was stil in New Jersey, meeting with
investors interested in bringing the PaLargio to
Atlantic City. But Reno wasn’t convinced and
the meetings were just bogging down. But by
Wednesday night he was so exhausted that he
made his way back to his hotel suite, the best in
town although it couldn’t hold a candle to his
own hotel, and dropped onto his bed. His
Atlantic City hosts, a group of wel -connected
businessmen, had offered him a woman for the
night, but he had turned them down. He usual y
accepted when he was in town and they knew it,
he always kept a fresh supply of condoms for
the occasion, but not this time. Trina was on his
mind.
He cal ed Joey, the kid brother who
idolized him. He wasn’t good for major tasks,
his attention span wouldn’t al ow it, and
sometimes even on smal jobs he could be a
pain.
“Hel o?” Joey said into the phone. He
sounded asleep.
“Hey, where are you?” Reno asked.
“I’m home, where you think?”
“Home? What, Trina didn’t have to work
tonight?”
“How should I know?”
Reno frowned. “I told you to watch her,
to keep an eye out on her for me, Joey, what
you mean, how should you know?”
“I did keep an eye on her Monday night.
And I was right back at that rat-ass Boyzie’s
Tuesday night too. But she gave me the slip.”
“You lost her?”
“She lost me. She told me to get lost.
Said she wasn’t interested in being in your
harem anymore, or words to that effect.”
Reno sat up, his heart pounding. “Joey,
what are you talking about? What did you tel
her?”
“Didn’t you cal her already?”
“No, I didn’t cal her. I’m gonna see her
Friday, what I need to cal her for?”
“Because you ain’t gonna see her
Friday.”
Reno’s heart was hammering. “What did
you tel her?”
“I didn’t tel her nothin’, what you take me
for? She asked why you had me fol owing her. I
told her because you liked her and you like to
keep tabs on the females you like.”
“Geez, you make me sound like a
stalker, Joey.”
“Or words to that effect, al right?”
“What else did you tel her?”
“I didn’t tel her nothin’. Then she says,
‘so this what he does, have you fol owing al the
women he likes?’ I didn’t answer that particular
question.”
Reno frowned. “Why didn’t you answer
it?”
“It’s none of her business, for one.”
Reno shook his head. “You made me
sound like a stalker with a stockpile of females
at my disposal, you idiot!”
“What did I do?”
“Next time I see you remind me to kick
your ass!”
“What did I do?”
“Remind me, Joey!” Reno said with
even more venom and slammed down the
phone. And then he picked it up again.
+++
It was nearly ten at night when Trina was
knocking off. She and Jazz walked out
together, with Jazz offering to give her a lift.
“Nal , girl, I can take the bus,” Trina said.
“You sure? Nathan won’t mind.”
“Nathan wil mind, y’al live in the exact
opposite direction than I do. But I got it. I’l take
the bus.”
the bus.”
“Sure you’re sure?”
Trina smiled. “I’m sure I’m sure,” she
said, walking away from her friend. “You and
Nat have a good rest of the evening.” She said
this as she headed for the bus stop.
It was less than a minute later when
Trina saw a limo drive past her heading in the
direction she just came from. Limos in Vegas
were nothing new, but they were kind of rare this
far north of the strip. She glanced back as she
kept walking, and saw the limo turn around and
head back in her direction. She stil didn’t think
much of it until that same limo drove just past
her, and pul ed over to the curb. When Reno got
out, her heart rammed against her chest.
He looked gorgeous, in his pul over knit
shirt and jeans, his big, athletic body
swaggering toward her as a sexy reminder of
their passionate times in bed. Only his face
looked more angry than passionate.
“Where you going this time of night?” he
wanted to know as he approached her. “What’s
your problem walking alone this time of night?”
“I was headed to the bus stop,” Trina
said. “And what are you doing here anyway? I
thought you were out of town until Friday.”
“I thought so too. Until my brother Joey
tel s me you saying you don’t wanna see me
anymore. What’s that about?”
“It’s not about anything,” she said,
walking past him.
“Wait a minute,” he said, but she kept on
walking. “Wait a minute,” he insisted as he
hurried up to her. She had, by now, walked past
the parked limousine. “I came back early to talk
to you. Joey left you the wrong impression, he
does stuff like that, don’t ask me why.” Then he
grabbed her by the arm, stopping her
progression. “Wil you wait a minute?”
Trina stopped and looked at Reno. Why
was she even al owing herself to get involved
with a man like him? He was great in bed, but
so what? A relationship couldn’t be built on sex
and sex alone. There was too much drama
around him, she felt it when she walked into his
office, and entered what looked like a three-ring
circus.
“Get in the car, we need to talk.”
Trina was shaking her head before he
could even finish. “No thank-you.”
“Come on, Tree, why you giving me a
hard time? I left my business a day early to get
back here to talk to you. And what you saying,
you ain’t gonna even talk to me?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“I don’t have any other women,” Reno
said pointblank. Trina looked at him. “Joey
was ful of shit when he insinuated that I do. I
don’t. Are you asking me if I have had my share
of females? Yes, I have had my share and
probably Joe and Mo’s share too, I ain’t gonna
lie to you. But I’m with you now. That’s over.
I’m with you.”
Trina stared into his tired blue eyes. He
seemed so sincere, so serious that she
believed him. Instantly she just believed him.
Then she glanced back at the limo. “That’s not
gonna work,” she said.
Reno’s heart dropped. “What’s not
gonna work?”
“That limo in my neighborhood. No way,
no how.”
Reno smiled. “Okay, no problem, I’l
ditch the limo and we can cal a cab or
something. Because honey, I ain’t catching no
bus.”
Trina laughed at just the thought of this
big man, the owner of the PaLargio no less,
riding the city bus. “What you say, Reno, you
ain’t catching no bus?”
He pul ed out his cel phone. “I ain’t
catching no bus.”
Trina smiled and moved up to him, put
her arm in his. He smiled. “Hey, Rupert,” he
said into his cel phone, “this Reno. I need you
to cal me a cab. I’m over here near Boyzie’s. I
know I got a limo, I know what I got, did I ask you